There's not much to be said for disorgansed cacophony, whatever the advocates of punk improv might try and tell you. Organized cacophony, however, is an entierly different matter and Chevron play that game with no mean skill. 'Everything's Exactly The Same' dispenses with musical niceties, and cuts straight to the chase with a screeching assult on the senses, a perfect introduction to an album of pressurized electronica. Some of it might fall flat on it's face, it's polyrhythmic movements unable to justify their own complexity, but, for every miss, there are twice as many hits. It switches effortlessly between thrilling technical excellence and quirky experiments, mocing ambient electronica's myopia with the wafting futuristic echoes of 'Optic Realisation'. Everything else might be exactly the same, but Chevron is definitely unique.